(It’s been a while..)
Elsa Sketch Process
Alice using her magic and knives. I’m really proud of this one. :3
Alice fight poses. Refs from the first Scott Pilgrim book.
Melancholy Alice - The story of a 5 year old witch who sometimes feels melancholy. Being a demon witch is never easy…
The name I decided to give Alice’s comics. I thought it sounded cool.
"What, ya mean this?” He saw the chance to flash his trademark grin and took it happily, stretching his mouth widely.
"Like that? It says ‘zeni’ because I am money.” He enjoyed answering questions about himself, it seemed only right for people to take an interest in him.
"And these are my Takarada Bucks! Official Osakan currency, worth bazillion more than whatever Kiryuuins are supplyin' the rest of the country wit’. D’ya want more?” He pulled out another stack out of his pocket and waved it in front of his face.
Alice stared at the other’s teeth, staring at the shiny gold in his mouth. When the man said he was money, Alice looked at him funny. He was covered in expensive, if not a little tacky, things so she assumed that’s what he meant. She looked down at the bill in her hands, examining it. His face was on it. Well someone thought highly of themselves. When asked if she wanted more, she shrugged. “I guess so. I’m new here so I don’t have any cash on me at the moment.” The little girl said, stuffing the bill in her shorts pocket. “Is your name Zeni? My name’s Alice, Mr. Zeni.”
"Wha-What are you talking about old man?" -Thomas asked, his smile faltering some. He dropped the snowball in his hand- "You, you mean you ruined me dad’s business? You sent us away?!" -Alice looked around. There were people still watching, a tiny crowd. She held on to Tel’s pant leg- Um..Mr. Tel? We’re attracting a crowd. Maybe we should just go? -he didn’t seem to be listening-
Tel put a hand on his own chest, innocently, as he tossed the snowball up and down in his other hand. “What? Me? I’m just the innocent insanely rich and influential creator of a little thing called the thneed- the one that everybody needs? There’s no way I could have done anything so deliciously evil as bully your family out of this town after you so much as dared to lay a finger on my angel of a god-daughter. No. Possible. Way.”
On the last word, he threw the snowball and beamed the brat in the left cheek.
Thomas fell back on his butt when the snowball hit him. He rubbed his cheek, shooting daggers at Tel. He stood up, trying to look tough, trying not to cry. “I’m telling my mommy and daddy on you!” He shouted before running away. The tiny crowd mumbled amongst themselves before going back to what they were doing previously. “Uh…thank you?” Alice said, feeling a tad bit guilty for Thomas. “I think you made him cry.”
"Lovely." Tel grinned. "I could have done worse." He turned on his heel and…
Slipped in the snow and fell on his face.
Alice gasped. “Oh my gosh, Mr. Tel are you alright?!”
"Perfect. I am Perfect." He said, getting up and brushing the snow off. "Alright. Do you want to build a snow-person?"
"Yes! Let’s build a snow-person!" Alice said with a smile. She plucked her snow out the snow and held it. "Let’s build it over by the playground instead of near the sledding hill!"